WHISPERS OF INSPIRATION

Once there was this mentally challenged man who drunk from the dirty gutter in front of GBC Kanda, Accra. There was another neglected fellow in a village somewhere on the dusty portions of the Eastern Corridor, who also fed from the refuse dump. But ironically, I have never seen any and many of these folks at the hospital before. Yet they are always strong and healthy all the time. So I wondered what keeps them immune from our daily sickness? Who keeps them healthy in spite of the fact that they sleep in the open and at the mercy of mosquitoes and the discomfort of our weather? How come with that, though they disobey the hygiene rules, they are still strong? Certainly, there is someone out there I believe who's merciful LOVE still breathes CARE on these folks. There is somebody out there who fixed the seasons and carried us through these tides of days on count. There is someone who alternate the day and night conundrum of time in motion. There is a God, who remembered to w...

Consistent efforts are necessary for growth in our lives.  Persistent strides bring us closer to authentic development. But to achieve sustainable growth and development, we need creativity to navigate in the intemperate waters of challenges. We need to access our past glories, which should pinch our innovative drive to adopt unique ways of sustaining growth.  Maybe we need the discipline to rethink things we did in the past. Maybe we have to improvise some innovative ways to enliven the old things we've been doing to make bigger gains or risk extinction. May GOD bless us with that creative quest to infuse in the things we do. Greetings  🌻 ‪#‎ KYB‬  Sign# ™

It crept into our rooms calmly on the back of the last rains.   The unannounced visit seems to announce its loud presence with its beautiful dusty trade gifts. It comes with a biting dryness that drains the vapour from our skies and skins. It brings a lazy hazy breeze that affects our sleep and infects our visibility. The itchy Harmattan romance reminds us of the need to spread Shea butter on our skins; anoint our lips 👄  with oil, as we patiently walk through the season. With a lot of mist💭 hugging the air, we can't see the distance clearly, but all the same keep faith, keep focus and keep walking. For a sweet romantic Harmattan experience, may we suck more water 💦 ; watch how we use that good-bad blazing master 🔥 , while praying God to bless us with endurance to live through this season. Have a blissful romantic Harmattan weekend. God bless 💤  you.  ‪#‎ KYB‬  Sign# ™

Day-in day-out we taste and eat their efforts in our beautiful bowls. Day-by-day we salivate to satisfy our hunger and loudly belch in our satisfaction, but don't necessarily consider the chains of sources of the dishes we gladly feast on. Year-in-year-out we mention their contributions with polished phrases in our praise, yet do nothing significantly to salvage the sinking status of the industry. Periodically, we expect bumper harvest from them, even as they continue using crude farming implement, when all we do is to only ascribe little resources to them in our budget. And when we are considerate enough to do anything for them, we renegotiate with our cronies, who are appointed middle men to help us over reap the harvest from our farmers. Is that fair?   Every year the annual ritual is on and we watch and use all the beautiful Anglicise speeches to decorate our congratulatory messages to them, when what we actually do is to chill in the holiday breeze because ...

Is it enough to just live? Is it enough to just smile? Is it enough to just claim? Is it enough to just desire? Is it enough to just work? Is it enough to just be content? It is not enough to just live because everybody is living, if we are not willing to learn the lessons of light, love and LIFE. It is not enough to just be a female or male, when our unique roles are imprisoned in misguided pleasurable guilt. It is not enough to just be students of life, if we are unwilling to listen and observe the rhythms and silent queues of life. It is not enough to complain and talk about our problems, when there are practical things we could do to work on them. It is not enough to just want to belong to a family or an association for the beauty of it, if we are not willing to commit and tolerate other views. It is not enough to just want to marry, if we are not ready for the responsibilities. It is not enough to just be a teacher for the fun of wanting to teach, when t...